THE BILLIONAIRE STILL WANTS HER!
Chapter 150: Okay, my Queen...

Chapter 150: Okay, my Queen...

Arthur spoke, his voice carrying a weight of unspoken emotions, and then, as if a thought had just dawned on him, a small yet knowing smile curved his lips.

His gaze remained fixed on Angel as she turned toward him, her expression unreadable. Without a word, she simply folded her arms beneath her chest, her eyes locking onto his in quiet defiance.

"So, what are you doing here?" Angel asked, her voice steady, direct.

She watched as Arthur rose from his seat with an air of quiet determination, his movements slow and deliberate. With his hands slipping into his pockets, he began striding toward her, his intense gaze holding an almost gravitational pull.

Yet, despite the weight of his presence, Angel stood firm, her face betraying no reaction to his approach.

When he finally stood before her, the distance between them vanishing, Arthur lifted a hand, his fingers brushing gently against her cheek. His touch was featherlight, his eyes searching hers, yet the small smile on his lips remained unwavering.

"I’ve come to take you home," he said, his voice deep, steady, carrying an undeniable sense of finality. "Besides, your complaint against Tryson has finally been delivered, and leaving this place now... it would be the perfect way to show the man who tormented you that you’re not broken—that you’ve risen above it all."

Angel met his gaze, her expression unreadable, the storm of emotions within her hidden beneath a calm facade.

At that moment, Angel clenched her jaw, forcing herself to maintain her composure as her gaze bore into Arthur.

His words echoed in her mind, spoken with such casual confidence, as if he wasn’t fully aware of the damage that had already been done. Or perhaps, he simply didn’t care.

The more she thought about it, the more her hatred for Tryson deepened. That man had twisted her love into a weapon, using it to his advantage like some twisted game. It was madness. And he was going to pay for it.

But Tryson wasn’t the only one.

This entire charade—the manipulative game orchestrated by Tryson, Arthur, and her own father—had been nothing more than a cruel chess match, with her as the unwilling pawn.

They had underestimated her. They had thought she would crumble under the weight of their schemes. But they were wrong.

She inhaled sharply, her fingers twitching at her sides before she gave a slow, measured nod.

She knew Arthur had expected more of a reaction from her, especially now that the court had acknowledged her case against Tryson. He probably thought this was the moment she’d break down, the moment she’d give in to whatever twisted idea of salvation he was offering.

But this was only the beginning.

Her mind flickered to Sophia—the woman Arthur had discarded as if she were nothing.

Angel had once felt nothing but bitterness toward Sophia, furious that she had lied to her throughout their so-called friendship. But now, she understood.

Sophia had been weak, trapped, just as she had been. And in that moment of realization, Angel had been the one to urge Sophia to finally sign the divorce papers, freeing herself from the man who had controlled her for far too long.

And Arthur?

She knew what was coming. The signs were all there. He had already signed a marriage certificate with her, a move that all but confirmed his next step—sending those very divorce papers to Sophia.

But first, Arthur was going to pay.

And after him, Tryson would, too.

No one would walk away from this unscathed.

Angel stood her ground, her expression unshaken as she stared at Arthur.

She was no one’s plaything—not his, not anyone’s.

She wasn’t some doll to be manipulated or used for someone else’s game. And that truth applied to Sophia too.

After seeing the woman who had once called her mother suffer so horribly because of the actions of the man who should have protected her, Angel had come to a profound realization. No one—no one—deserved to be treated that way. Not now, not ever.

She refused to let anyone else experience that kind of pain, that kind of betrayal. The only way forward, the only way to make the necessary changes, was to confront the people who had caused it. And she was more than ready for whatever challenge lay ahead.

"They better be prepared," she muttered under her breath, the weight of her resolve hardening in her chest.

Then, turning her attention back to Arthur, she spoke calmly, though the underlying depth of her words was unmistakable. "You know, I’ve been thinking about this whole situation... and now that I’m married to you, why don’t you let me speak with Tryson?"

Her tone was measured, yet a dark intensity bled through. She didn’t miss the subtle shift in Arthur’s expression as he momentarily froze, the faintest frown pulling at the corners of his lips.

She could tell her words had caught him off guard. But, true to form, he quickly masked his surprise with a practiced smile, though his eyes remained guarded.

"Why would you want to speak with Tryson?" he asked, his voice attempting calm but failing to mask the hesitation that crept in.

Angel didn’t flinch. She met his gaze steadily, her voice low and firm. "There’s so much I want him to know. He did worse to me, Arthur. He needs to learn his lesson, and it’s going to come from me."

Arthur’s smile faltered slightly, his gaze narrowing as the air between them thickened with tension. He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tightening at his sides.

"But, Angel..." he began, his voice laced with an uneasy pause. "You could always let me handle it, do what’s necessary. But you speaking to Tryson..." His words trailed off, the hesitation in his tone making it clear that this was no small matter for him.

For a brief moment, he seemed to struggle with the weight of the decision. "It’s a big deal, dear," he continued, the words heavy with the kind of warning that only someone who had been tangled in this mess for far too long could understand. "Trust me, I’ll deal with Tryson myself."

But Angel was resolute. She wasn’t about to back down. This wasn’t just about playing the game anymore—it was about making them all face the consequences of their actions.

"Why?" Angel’s voice was sharp, her words deliberate as she looked Arthur dead in the eyes. "Because this is what you’ve always wanted?"

Her tone caught him off guard, and for a moment, Arthur looked genuinely stunned, as if her words had struck a chord he hadn’t anticipated.

"What? Angel, you know I’ve always loved you. From the start. I’ve made sure you had everything—everything you needed," he said quickly, trying to mask his shock with reassurance, but there was an underlying edge to his words that hinted at his frustration.

Angel’s response was a forced smile, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She lowered her gaze to the floor, her fingers curling into fists by her sides as she battled the surge of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

After a brief pause, she lifted her head again, her expression neutral, though the hurt and confusion simmered beneath the surface. She met Arthur’s gaze, her smile once again a thin mask of politeness.

"I know, Arthur," she said softly, her voice carrying a hint of weariness. "I know you’ve cared for me. I’ve never doubted that." Her words hung in the air between them, but there was something in her eyes—something that told a deeper story than the surface level of gratitude he expected.

"But right now," Angel continued, her tone firm, "I need to fight this battle on my own. I appreciate the court complaint against Tryson, really, I do. But I think it’s time I handle this myself. Let me speak to him. Let me confront him face-to-face."